Well. There are so many wonderful blogs I've been reading lately. And I want to join in this fun community. But not tonight, because I'm about to go and read a book (WHAT book? Oh, I'm just re-reading The Madness of a Seduced Woman for the something-th time). But I will ponder this in my sleep--this posting business. Last night I dreamt again of finding unexpected rooms in the house in which I tired of dwelling--fancy rooms, fun rooms, a room with a yellow couch I couldn't decide whether to keep or throw out.
I love these dreams. They remind me to explore the things I let lie fallow as I pursue some ideal future--waiting to write until "things are better"--until I get my new glasses or I've worked at my new job for a while or I get a new phone or et cetera.
Inhabit those unused secret rooms! There are always plenty more.
Haha! We've found you! Can't wait to see where this leads.
ReplyDeleteMuch love...Ms. Moon
Oh, thank you thank you thank you.
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We shall see!
I have dreams like that all the time. No, really. One of my reoccurring dream "sets" is a rambling house that contains entire sprawling compounds.
ReplyDeleteEarly on, those dreams made me sad. I felt bereft upon awakening and missed the rooms I'd stumbled upon and all the wondrous views and furniture and lovely bric-a-brac therein. I think at that point, those dreams spurred me on to change my situation by seeking different spaces.
ReplyDeleteAnd now I see them differently.
The rooms are places in myself that I've abandoned or forgotten and all I have to do is remember that they're there, and inhabit them again.
I think that you two, and your respective presences on this here blogosphere, have been extremely instrumental in helping me to see that.
So thanks!
Glad to help. I think my dreams mostly have to do with the house we grew up in, which was well stocked with small attic spaces and weird passages.
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